“I can't say, Reverend, do you think I'm here because when I was a child I said I wanted to die? Because, when I said it, I meant it. I pronounced it like a prayer. Did I author my own fate, then?
It seems everyone I love is taken from me and buried in the ground, while I remain alone.
Good thing, then, that there is no one left to love. No one left to bury.”
— Oct 22, 2025 02:39PM
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